The Common Cause

Subject: The Common Cause Tue Jul 29, 2014 3:02 pm

-- MONDAY, JULY 28, 2014 -- 8:46 A.M. --

The camera shows nothing but static for a few seconds as the noise of a clock is heard in the background. Soon, the static fades away and Randy Reaume is seen in a darkened room.

*tick, tock...*

"Savior."

*tick, tock...*

"It's time, ladies and gentlemen. You plebeians probably have no idea who I am, and that's fine. I don't expect any of you sycophantic, brainwashed droolers to know what actual, true intelligence is. In fact, the fact that you don't is expected. Nobody has ever shown you what the outside of your little boxed-in wrestling world is like. The only thing you can digest is the status quo - villain runs around being villainous, hero stands up to him, hero dispatches him. It's easy to watch, easy to understand. It makes you happy. Makes you feel better about your own sad, pathetic lives. It's a shame that all of that is going to be lost. If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm not a big fan of this system, and I quite honestly don't care about any of you. What happens to all of you is of no concern to me. No matter if you live or die, I don't give a damn. Which is why I'm going to deprive you of this beautiful status quo that you've all grown so accustomed to. I'm sure some of the empty suits and corporate puppets will try to stop me, because this schedule is what they live off of. It's what provides for them. It's what works for them. Two examples of these kinds of people are my opponents on Affliction. Their unfortunate luck aside, these nobodies truly and honestly think they can beat me. Their names are Michael Jordan and Ignitex.

Michael Jordan...the 'best of the Midwest'. I guess that could be true considering the general level of intelligence in the American Midwest, but I digress. You apparently think you're the baddest guy around. It's amazing how many people like you show up in the wrestling industry daily. I'd say that they're like a dime a dozen, but that might be stretching it a little bit. These are the people that think they're "edgy". Think they're actually speaking for the millions when they're actually only speaking for some spastic in the suburbs of Tennessee who thinks he knows everything there is to know about this business. That's basically you, Michael. You're a pathetic little worm, reeking of desperation. You try so, so hard to be relevant but it just doesn't go well for you. You've never been relevant and you never will be relevant. Years from now, I'm going to be lined in gold. I'm going to be the most prestigious athlete in the history of this company, and XMW will never be the same again. Meanwhile? You'll be the best garbageman in the Midwest. Hope you didn't quit your day job, because you'll be going back to it after your hospital stay.

Ah, Ignitex. Your stupid name aside, you're one of the most boring plebeians I've ever come across in my entire life. Bloodthirsty, ravenous big guy whose only purpose is to destroy? Good god, you're going to make me fall asleep. You think that's original? You think it's entertaining? Really, all you exist to accomplish is being a comic foil to some stupid hero who doesn't know his ass from his elbows. Of course, this doesn't serve much of a purpose besides continuing the raging cycle that is this business's status quo. That makes you a direct enemy. You're just a puppet, a pawn in the pathetic corporate chess game that the suits and ties play religiously. Looking at you makes me want to vomit, but I think I'll save my energy for the beat down. Honestly, splitting your skull open will be one of the proudest moments of my life. You're just a spoke in the wheel, and I'm fully aware that taking you out will only be a small step in the right direction. Maybe one day you'll understand.

I'm here for change. Not change in the name of the fans, not in the name of authority or what the skewed perception of 'the right thing to do' is...but to make this business better as a whole. If that necessitates deception, trickery or brute force, so be it. You ingrates out there will soon be thanking me for it."

The sound of an alarm clock ringing is soon interrupted by a flash of red and then darkness.

"Visionary."